New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1887-05-08

pair something IKE that in Boston. Funny
whlskers, though. guess they're Prince Charleses
Prince Chareses " Mee H mew came fse bly,
from one of the kittens. and the young man from
Boston dropped his lecture abruptly
Well, Pm blawsted If he amt q hummer"
murmured a stout, red faced dog man, as the dis
comfited expert made tracks for q kennel at the
other end OF the room.
There was O moro genuine and o successful
sell" at cage just around the corner from the
spaniel andher kittens A card tied to the wire
bars IN front told that the occupant of the cage,
Pickaninny Mexican hairless dog. like Miss Dau-
vray's, had died on April 25, 1887, of strychnine
poisoning, and inside one expected. half blu ried
s sSu Hs sesR lay SS kin ms
not have been stretched to fit him better by Fifth
ave. tailor. His pose was model of mortuary
All, what a fine piece Of embalming" exclaimed
an old lady, who had plainly carried off enough
actons of that sort to have an eye to the beauties
OF undertaking. AT which q solemn-looking old
gentleman. of the dismal profession. perhaps,
prlcked mp his ears and took a searching look or
two at the stiff body on the cushion. Then he
gently pulled long blade out of the straw beneath
and touched tho Iiieless animal. The hairless Mex
lean dog had died last month az loss OF several
To sadny o ne
ciousiy at the intrudInR straw, turned clear over,
barked. cotton his feet, and barked again.
he old lady was thunderstruck. The middle
aged professional gentleman only smiled. II
knowed 1T was alive" he added with ceremonious
air "You can't put mp job as slick as that
ieastways With dog"
That's tho story they tell up at the Carbon at
all events about Pickaninny's reappearance III one
doesn't care to spoil It, he mustn't compare the
cards ON the cage and the numbers in the catalogue
too closely. He will find out. If he does that Pick
aninny Is dead sure enough. and that tue little,
harmless fellow that the old lady admired so much
IN his sleep and the lncredulous drecorof une rails
tokled ont of it was progonItor of Pickanlnny,
Mrs. Foote's first prize winner, Ne Foo.
Miss Helen Dauvrays Mexican hairless dog
Chiquita. another Grst-prize winner, valued at
$4,000, had the end cage of the row, two or three
of from Ne Too's. Chiquta seemed TO be living in
little more purple and fine linen than even old
Dives and Spratts patent dog buiscuit-the pre-
scrbed fare for the rest OF the dogs-had claims
at all on her Her skin was 4 trfe richer in copper
soft aud appealing, perhaps, as an old-fash-
toned Indian maden's. Miss Dauvray herself came
in to fondo her OCCASIONALLY and for the rest or the
time she was under the care of big matronly at
tendant. The gay ribbons of the cage drew around
ii q good many people who had never heard or q
Mexican hairless dog. A dashing youth. who was
doing the show with his best girl ran no against
Chiquita the other evening with this result:
ITS q shame to clip hlm so close and all over:
wonder how they cut il smooth and shiny.
guess they do It like a lawn. every day or two"
NO he must be going bald. Been to too many
shows in his day-dog shows, you know. All he
wants IL n bath IN some hair reStorer. He'll have
that way to n friend of mine down at his boarding
house. The cook got mixed and put some OF that
stun IN the soup instead of extract Of bouillon."
"Ah, Mr. Smith, how funny you are"